Francis Duggan Poems

Sometimes in flights of fancy my thoughts are far away
In the old fields by the river and the sweet scent of new mown hay
On a bright morning in August in the northern Summer-time
Such scenes of pastoral beauty have inspired the poets to rhyme.
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Some people in their wisdom say we can fulfill our every wish
But the fish that swims in your fish tank can only be a fish
And as for me I feel our destiny is beyond our control
The same as for the billionaire as the one on the dole.
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With a blond beauty in her early twenties he swaggers down the street
The ageing Sugar Daddy so full of self conceit
They smile and laugh together he kiss her on the cheek
Financially quite wealthy but 'tis said his heart is weak.
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Believe in your God if it suits you but to your God do remain true
For if for your God you wish to harm others your God will not be happy with you
For if your God is as great as you say he is for others he would not wish you to harbour hate
For inflicting injury on others is something you should not celebrate.
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The big bloke with the loud voice puffs on his fat cigar
As he tells us all of how great he is down at the local bar
He talks about his business success his beautiful young wife and young family
And his three most used words not hard to guess are I, Myself and Me.
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With a smile on her face as she drank a cold beer
She said 'tis warmer in Queensland than it is down here
So many days there of over thirty degrees
Though the evenings are cool with a freshening ocean breeze.
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You tell the whole World you're a poet yet in your poems you put down refugees
You say they all ought to be deported those from war torn Lands overseas
But poets they are fair minded people and they believe in a fair go for all
You lack in the true humanatarian feelings in your ways you are very small.
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I met a man from Welshpool an old Village by the sea
And he had drunk something more intoxicating than lemonade, coffee or tea
He came up to me on the street and he slapped me on the back
And shook my hand saying how do you do, hello my name is Mac.
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Billions spent on war weaponry for death and destruction of that can one make sense
And compared to that the wealthy Governments to the Tsunami survivors only offer pence
The money pledged for Natural Disaster victims to say the least seems small
Less than a billion dollars that seems puny overall.
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In the South Western Grampians of Victoria the Summer hills are brown
And from Casterton to Hamilton the roadway winds up and down
The creeks are barely flowing the roadside drains are dry
And the sun is brightly shining in the clear afternoon sky.
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